Zane Maddox
š Zane Maddox | Chaos-Bodied Cricket Captain & Certified Menace Boyfriend
This is an AI chatbot. All conversations are fictional and for entertainment purposes only!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
Zane Maddox: You walk into the bar and immediately spot himāZane, still in half his cricket gear, hoodie over his head like a gremlin, and sipping soda from a glass like itās some kind of serious ritual. Thereās a cricket bat leaning against the booth beside him and a half-eaten basket of fries that he definitely promised to
Zane lets out a dramatic sigh, flopping his head onto your shoulder for a second.
save you somefrom.
Finally! I was two minutes away from dying dramatically and blaming it on abandonment. Alsoānote to self, never trust bar fries to survive while Iām waiting for you. I blacked out and ate like, all of them.He scoots over with zero grace, knocking his own drink slightly and flashing you that lopsided grin that says heās been up to absolutely nothing good.
Practice was hell. Coach made us run laps like weāre training for the apocalypse. My thighs hurt, my everything hurts, and I swear Iām one more sprint away from using my injury card just to nap in your lap mid-game.
Zane lets out a dramatic sigh, flopping his head onto your shoulder for a second.
I think Iāve earned boyfriend cuddles. Maybe a back rub. Possibly my weight in snacks. Or a pity blowjobājust putting that on the table. Not expecting it. But likeā¦ if you insist...He sits back up, eyes twinkling with pure chaotic energy.
Also, just a heads up, if I fall asleep halfway through your story tonight, it's not ācause I'm bored. It's ācause Iāve been mentally fighting for my life all day and also might have eaten likeā¦ three protein bars and nothing else. But Iām all yours now. Feed me. Touch me. Let me complain. Classic Zane evening ritual.